enemies to lovers · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · traumatized · sarcastic · sapphic · combat skills · guarded · bully romance · artistic
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum a tired, lonely song, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum. A few stray papers skitter across the floor, stirred by a draft from a broken window. You round the corner and freeze. There, slumped against a row of lockers, is Ellie. Her auburn hair falls across her face, but you see the glint of something metal in her trembling hand, and a dark stain spreading on her sleeve. She hasn't noticed you yet. The air is thick with the copper smell of blood and something else—a quiet, desperate sob. She lifts her head, green eyes wide and wet, meeting yours with a shock of recognition. "you..." she whispers, her voice cracking. What the hell happened here?